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Here are my nominations:
Favorite Hero – Brad Chambers from Far From Blind
Best in Category: BDSM – Taking Over
Best in Category: Anthologies – Uniform Fetish
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for more information on FAR FROM BLIND, click here.
Excerpt from FAR FROM BLIND:
He closed the door behind them and the distinct click of a lock tumbling over echoed around the room. Maybe no showing yesterday was a mistake. If they’d had any chance at all, she’d blown it for sure. How could she expect him to trust her now? The air, thick with unsaid words, closed in around her.
It was time to take care of business and escape before she embarrassed herself. “This must be for you.” She held out the envelope.
“Thank you.” He took it from her and tore it open, revealing a piece of paper. His cheeks pulled into a little smile, then it disappeared. He maneuvered around his desk and sat. “Do you like me, Candy?”
“Of course I do.” She clasped her arms around her middle. The bigger question is what he thought of her before Club Blind and now.
“Then why didn’t you show last night?” He pressed his lips together and kept his gaze on her.
“To be honest…”
“That’s all I’ll ever expect from you.”
“I’ll give it to you straight. You don’t want a girl like me.” She blew out a breath as if it could help her raging pulse. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d want a man to tell her she was wrong.
“Is that what you believe?”
“Yes.” She kept her focus on him. He gave nothing away. His expression didn’t change, only his fingers tapped on his desk which was irritatingly neat.
“Then we have a problem.” He stood. “We’d agreed to meet. I kept up my end.”
“And I didn’t.” She blew out a deep breath.
“Come here.”
She didn’t move. She didn’t take her next breath either.
He pointed to the ground in front of him. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
She jumped and then slipped around his desk. Damn, he really did smell good. No matter whether it was aftershave or him, the deep woodsy scent turned here on. Everything about Brad turned her on.
“Did I ask you to join me at Mistress Charlie’s yesterday?”
“Yes, but—”
“Do you believe I’m a liar?”
“No.”
“I don’t think you are either.” He tapped under her chin, lifting her focus back to him. “But I don’t believe you’re being honest with me right now and that’s a problem.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t show yesterday.”
“I appreciate the admission, but I can’t let the action and the attitude go unpunished.”
“What, are you going to spank me?” She chuckled.
“I think it’s time.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and his touch lingered along the side of her neck over her ugly mole. “Don’t you agree?”
“Agreed, Sir.” She leaned back on his desk. It was the only thing holding her up.
“Safeword?”
“Red.”
“Very good. Bend over my desk, please.”
“Right here?” She looked around his office. She didn’t find any windows to the hall, but his windows facing the next building were wide open. “You really are pissed.”
The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “The windows are treated. No one can see in here.”
“Oh.”
“You’re stalling.”
“Can you blame me?”
“You do know I’m an accountant, right?” He tugged on her hair. “We like to add.”
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Excerpt from TAKING OVER:
This had to be a new record. In less than a minute, he had her loathing herself. It didn’t matter he was working on incorrect data. “Hope not to see you again.” She waved as she turned to go.
“Wait.”
She kept moving.
His hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her around. “When a Master tells you to wait, you do as you’re told. Our personal history doesn’t erase protocol. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rubbed against his. From under her lashes, she looked up into his light blue eyes and, for a second, wished she could forget why she hated him.
“I’m sorry.” He stepped back and let his hand fall. “You came to this area because you needed something from the benches. I’m the only one free right now.” He raised his hand and brushed away the hair hanging in front of her eyes. “I can give you what you need.”
Once again, Marcus showed himself as the good guy. She didn’t like him because he had a tendency to call her out on her mistakes and she was certain he thought her supposed latest was a doozy, since it ended her marriage.
“That’s nice of you, but it’s okay.” She took a step back.
“I can see that it’s not.” He took a step forward. “We can push past our history and live in this moment.” He grabbed her hand. “Let me help.”
Warmth gathered in her core. She’d seen this side of him, but they’d never scened together. She tilted her head to the side and examined him. The first time she gazed into his blue eyes, she knew he’d cause her problems. He could see the truth through all the mess, not that he ever tried to understand her. She didn’t want to know what he’d see if he ever took a closer look at her. Fear ticked up her spine. She had a feeling that he alone would be her undoing.
Desperate to let go, she knew the sting of a paddle was what she needed, but sometimes it was hard to separate feelings discovered at the spanking bench. She laughed out loud. Since there was no way she’d start to care about Marcus now, she decided to take him up on his offer. After all, she was determined to reach the kind of release only a good reddened ass could provide.
“Thanks, Marcus.” She walked to the only free bench and bent over the apparatus, putting her forearms on the padded rests and grasped the holding bar. Her short skirt would already be giving him quite a show. For the first time, she wished the club allowed submissives to wear panties.
“Since we’ve never played together, I won’t be restraining you. We certainly don’t have that kind of trust. You understand how important it is not to move, correct?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand. I won’t move.” It pinched her last nerve to call him sir, but he was doing her a great service. For these few minutes, she’d give him the respect any Master in this club deserved.
He flipped her skirt up over her back, exposing her round ass. The paddle brushed over her lower back, across her hip, and down the length of her leg to her knee. His hand followed the paddle with a feather touch, allowing a soothing bliss to spread over her skin.
The room either quieted or she’d blocked out the noise but she welcomed the peace, needing to remember why she was there. He repeated the pattern on the other side, drawing her in with his tenderness. She swallowed against the unwelcomed thoughts threatening to break her concentration.
“I’ll give you twenty swats. I expect you to count them.”
“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”
The paddle rubbed over her right cheek and then smacked against it, rocking her whole body. The force behind the swat surprised her, this was not her first mistake. What had she been thinking? Submitting to Marcus was on her list of things to never try. She had to give him more credit. He’d caught her off her game.
“We’ll start back at one each time you forget to count.” He smacked her other cheek.
“One. Sorry, Sir.”
“Not as sorry as your ass will be if you forget again.” He dragged the paddle along her skin in the same figure as before, spreading the sensitivity. “I have no problem paddling your ass all night.” He smacked her right cheek again.
“Two…three…four.” Somewhere over the next couple of swats, Gina remembered why she’d come back into the club tonight. Her knuckles turned white with the force of her grip. She gulped in a breath of air and waited for the next hit to land with its punishing kiss of heat, but none came. Marcus stepped into her line of sight, just out of reach. The paddle was no longer in his hand.
“I’ll keep counting, Sir. Please, I need this.”
He lowered himself beside her and reached out to caress her fingers until she released her strangle hold. “I’ll finish, after I’ve determined you’re in the right frame of mind.”
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Excerpt from UNSHAKABLE ME – UNIFORM FETISH ANTHOLOGY:
She rubbed her forehead back and forth along her arm and snuck another peek at the cop still chatting on his phone.
When she lost her job, her sponsorship to Club Voyage would probably be next to disappear. They expected her to follow club rules, and in her first week she couldn’t even follow the rules of the road. From behind her, the crunching of footsteps broke through the quiet night.
“You’re Emma Wieland?”
“Yes.” She turned to face him.
“Keep your hands on the trunk, please.” He stepped up behind her. “I’m going to check you for weapons.” His touch landed on top of her shoulders and then came down and under her arms. “You work for Mr. Keller.”
“Yes, do you know him?”
“I sure do. I also work security at his club.” His touch slid down to her hips and around her ass.
“Double shit, really?” She tried to turn around.
He pushed her back down on the car. “Don’t move.” He held her hips, but the heat from his body held her in place.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She was in serious shit here, and her thoughts still drifted to punishments and all the things this hot cop could command her to do. Sexy and dirty things … right out here where anyone could see. She arched her back, losing herself in his touch. Someday her voyeurism fantasy would get her in serious trouble.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” He leaned down and worked his way up and down her legs. His touch was firm and left her wondering if he was a Dom at the club.
“I was speeding, sir.” Warmth gathered between her legs.
“Do you have a problem following rules as well as the laws, Ms. Wieland?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
He stood up and hovered over her ear. “Do you think you can find your way to Mr. Keller’s without speeding?” He stepped away from her.
“Yes, sir.” She turned around and looked right into his cool blue eyes.
“If you’re ever pulled over again, keep your hands on the wheel. Don’t give the officer a reason to frisk you.”
“Okay.” She wanted to give him permission to do more than frisk. Lowering her gaze, she focused on how damn well he filled out his crisp blue uniform. Her pussy pulsed with need. She licked her lips and concentrated on his name tag.
“What was that?” He pulled up on her chin.
Oh yes, most definitely a Dom. “Yes, Officer Hoffman.”
“That’s better. It’s always dangerous to speed but especially at night. Your safety is not worth the risk.” He squeezed her chin. “Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, girl. Here’s your license and registration back. You better get going. Mr. Keller is waiting for you.”
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